Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.